After all, I guess maybe we could 've stood the gaff at the Ambassador and the Biltmore and those other high-toned Los Angeles hotels, maybe stood it better than a lot of these movie actors and oil men and all like that in dress-suits that try to show a lot of little wrens how well heeled they are, but probably next morning, back in the ole hall-room, they can't afford nothing more'n coffee and sinkers for breakfast!
We didn't have to economize, but at the same time, as you boys will realize, it's mighty nice to save a quarter now and then, and Mame and I had thought when we went to a cafeteria, maybe we'd get off cheap.
But when I saw this place, I says, "Well, Mamie," I says, "I guess here's where we get stuck."
You would 've thought that, wouldn't you, seeing all that luxury, and my God, maybe twenty-five hundred folks all feeding their faces at once and a hell of a bang of dishes—regular feast of Lucullus, or whoever he was, you might say.
But say—
